Carl the Cock

3.7.13

For the third day in a row strong westerly winds and a dark stormy system from the north rumbles but is  held at bay by the Annapurnas.  A headache all day attributed to I don’t know what.  An afternoon beer in the sun might have done it, this morning’s Tuborg didn’t help.  Maya took off to Pokhara on her own leaving me to wake up Laxman in room three to come up and make lunch for a couple of Chinese who checked into room two.  Didi is here though as is Reetchi and in the swirling windy garden three American girls order a bottle of water and pull out their carrots and cookies. 

Los Angeles.  There is no fear.  Was there fear when I slept on the sidewalk and two black men with pistols were breaking into a car thirty feet away, no, one dude did want to take a look at me and saw I wasn’t gonna say anything.  So, I go ahead tell the dude for the 31^st I’ll do an interview and all I have to do before then, well everything.  Arriving in this jungle with nothing is ridiculous and leaves me thinking this isn’t right so I keep looking.  Where is Antalya.  How about Kurdistan.  I don’t know.  I won’t even look at Asia anymore. 

While the family is away or sleeping an American checks into room one and later a Brazilian takes room four.  Gabriel, an NYU graduate on his way to USC as a screenwriter wanted to be somewhere for the end of the world, he wound up in Thailand.  Eight months on the road, say how about four years on the road, angel of mercy.  The Higgs Boson bothers the shit out of me.  It was four years this month I attended the talk given by the Spanish professor who proclaimed it would take four years to go through the data.  She’s right on, how about that, and that doesn’t mean a damn thing.  Proving without a shadow of a doubt this speck will alter anything is science fiction.  Plunk the fourth dimension and another race mingles with the masses, there’s a story for you.  Another anniversary comes and goes.  I have to get all of these behind me.  April 23, is the very last one.  After that, kapooy I am free to leave all of this for naught behind.  All of it.  Nothing is going to help me in America so I must end the charade.  Stay here until April 23?  Please it doesn’t matter where I am now I just need to be there and where that is is annoying since I don’t know. 

3.8.13

Downloading this submission is taking an awfully long time from room eight.  Antalya is alive thus complicating everything just a little more and whoa here’s Kate Mardin.  Saudi.  Hm.  I cannot shake this headache going on now since this morning.  The school’s are out for three days.    On Sunday Shiva gets the nod.  I told Krishna the caretaker at the temple under construction I’d come and visit the finished lower ground floor, ‘clean white marble and there is music’. Suman comes home with Maya, they’re climbing Maya’s Way, avoiding the personal traffic and coming right to the room.  Hello boy.

If Pasadena has a nice homeless shelter I could go there.  Fountain Valley is nice too. Surely the homeless are smart enough to camp out around Huntington Beach.  You think the shelters are around the bus station downtown and away from nice neighborhoods? I suppose I could go back to SD.  Or I suppose I’m not going anywhere until I can figure a plan that will permit the not all knowing spirit to help me out and show me where I’ll be going.  You think I want to live in the street again?  What in the world did I learn from this and what good did it do me?  Don’t drag me down again. 

The sun is strong and isn’t helping a headache, and definitely sunglasses would be helpful now.  I am completely out of any cold medicines and panadol or something like it.  When the poor are sick it must be worse.  Thank goodness Bolarum had panadol.  A couple before bed I hope will keep any fever down.

And the submission made it through. I don’t know if I have given them what they were looking for.  A successful business this place is, any thanks to me, ok I like the dining room.  We closed it up to keep the elements out.  Anything else.  I will leave the joint looking good.  Meanwhile it’s time to sleep. I’d like, if this fever breaks again, the first time is with this soup Laxman made, I could feel the temp peak and I was hot, I would like to have a real nice vivid dream, not spooky please, just rich in color and character. 

3.9.13

No dreams but I did get up five times to pee.  Renal glands overdrive?  I don’t feel too hot now and it’s hot outside.  The safest place is on this bed.  LA falling out of favor?  Jawad, where’s the interview?  It makes no sense to fly half way round the world if you’re not sure you want to work there.  The salary, it’s all about the salary.  I am ashamed.

Tomorrow is Shiva’s birthday and as is custom Hindus will observe the day by consuming cannabis in some form or another.  Even people who don’t normally touch the stuff will eat or light up in honor of the big dude.    

Maya buys four chickens.  She gives one to Moda and we kill, clean, and cook two for a party of Pokharese.  The fourth one, Carl, the Cock, is under a basket in the lower garden.  Carl the Cock is a beautiful gray and black and white speckled Cock and he struts around without much to do.  Today, he’s under the basket.  Carl is only here to be eaten, there are no plans to bring in the ladies.  A ten dollar fresh-local Cock can fetch thirty dollars though the work to kill, clean and cook takes an hour, so twenty bucks of hard work and hey we all get a little bit, the dudes feed the family tonight and that is a good thing.

Rain falls hard and the headache that won’t leave leaves me diving for cover in the tv room.  All things loud made it worse today.  So the decision to go to the West Coast has to be decided within a few days.  I could use some real life intervening, Lord and not in a bad way.